THE HIGH TABLE

Dan Freyr

Got a challenge from a good close friend of my man Daniel’s who sent me the challenge thru Daniel that was short and sweet. “I WANT YOU…I CHALLENGE YOU TO A NO ROPES BARBED WIRE NHB ANYTHING GOES DEATH MATCH! COME TO BELGIUM AND BRING DANIEL…THAT WAY YOU’LL HAVE SOMEONE TO CARRY WHAT’S LEFT OF YOU BACK HOME! SIGNED…BELGIUM VICIOUS” Now, anybody that knows me KNOWS that when I get a challenge like that, I’m gonna accept and be there come hell or high water! So, me and Daniel caught the next flight out for Belgium and I couldn’t wait to take on this sexy masked fighter. Daniel has told me all about him, havin done just this kinda match with this guy in the past so I knew all I needed to know about him.

Dan Freyr

Specially after seein the video and pictures from that battle between my man and this muscled powerhouse, I was more than ready to show this man who I was and that nobody fucks with  MY man! We got there early the next mornin and checked in to our hotel…the penthouse of course! I don’t do things halfway! Daniel made the appropriate calls and soon he and I were on our way to the arena for what was gonna be a hot, wild, brutal, rough time!

Belgium Vicious

After hearing about and seeing the video of this guy named Dan, I dared to challenge this huge giant who inspires as much envy as fear in me. I saw his fight against Daniel, telling myself that I had to destroy him too. For the occasion, I bought myself a superb outfit to face this merciless fighter, feeling both excited and nervous as the fight approached.

Belgium Vicious

Once the day of the fight arrived, I made my way to the venue. Unable to contain myself any longer, I went to the locker room to change. I paced back and forth once I was in my new outfit, unable to hold back any longer, simply waiting for my opponent to change and for my name to be called.

Dan Freyr

Daniel and me got to the venue and headed to the locker room for me to change...my new outfit perfect for this...knowin that my opponent was in the next room only made my excitement level rise and Daniel had to calm me down in his way...grin...but anyway...I got my 5'9", 186lb. hairy tatted muscle body ready in my new gear and waited to be called to the ring

Belgium Vicious

I heard a noise from the other locker room; my opponent had arrived. My blood was boiling, and I dreamed of opening that door and smashing him in, but despite my desire to destroy him, I couldn't help but respect this man who had dared to accept my challenge despite his defeat against Dan. I breathe slowly, trying to calm myself, relaxing my 6'3", 265 lbs of hairy muscle, without a single tattoo. I put my 10-inch by 3-inch cock, already hard from hearing the noise on the other side, back into my wrestling briefs, then I hear someone calling my name.

Belgium Vicious

I get up and leave the corridor, passing my hand over the door of the locker room next door while whispering "good luck", then I go back into the corridor and there the lights go out, the music "Toxicity" by System of a Down starts, the lights go crazy and I emerge into the ring room, walking triumphantly.

Belgium Vicious

Then I run all around the ring, being careful not to step on the folding iron chairs covered with barbed wire, the baseball bats covered with barbed wire, and even the announcers' table is covered with barbed wire, as I had so kindly requested of the organizer. I slowly climb into the ring, taking care not to injure myself before the fight, and I wait for my opponent, flexing my biceps to excite the crowd that has come to feast on blood and carnage.

Dan Freyr

The commotion outside as Daniel turns to me with a grin..."he's headin out" I nod and suddenly feel all nervous and shit...I check my gear for like the 50th time in the mirror...I so wanna make a good impression here in Belgium...I hope I don’t fuck this up...I take some deep breaths and Daniel rubs my shoulders as I hear a whisper of "good luck" and Daniel says..."see? that was him babe...ya got this...he wants ya to do yer best and so do I my love" I nod as I give him a quick kiss. He heads out to take his seat in the front row...my 9-inch by 5-inch uncut cock throbbin in my gear as I pace back and forth.

Dan Freyr

My name gets called and I come down the corridor...already hearin the crowd...I get to the ramp and the lights go out...the music starts..."I Will Not Break" by Disturbed gets played...the lights come on and go wild as does the crowd as I come chargin out and down the ramp and notice all the barbed wire everywhere...perfect...I see ya already in the ring as I climb the steps and step through the ropes...bein careful not to nick my costume or me...at least not yet...I flex for the crowd and you as I move to my corner.

Belgium Vicious

When you arrive, you see the Belgian crowd rise and cheer you, so many people in the front row reach out to you, unaware that they risk getting hurt by the spikes. I watch you without wanting to attack you; on the contrary, I admire your body hair, which reminds me of a wild beast. Your magnificent costume, adorned with spikes, makes me drool under my mask. When I see you, I understand what Dan feels for you, and your wrestling briefs barely conceal your enormous penis, which seems determined to burst out. I walk to the center of the ring and extend my hand, waiting to see if you'll shake it.

Dan Freyr

I take a good long hard look at ya from head to toe...that HOT spiked gear...suits ya SO well...that hairy body of yers...makin my dick grow even more...I only hope I look half as good to you as ya do to me. I answer the crowd's cheers with a smile as the light catches my beard. I come to the center of the ring and extend my hand, claspin yers tightly. In a whisper, I say, "Ready to have some fun, tough man. Let's do this and give this crowd a good show. And no matter what happens...thank you for the opportunity and the honor of takin ya on." I squeeze yer gloved hand tighter as I see yer cock throb in yer gear, lettin me know yer as hot for this as I am.

Belgium Vicious

When your beard lights up under the ring lights, I feel like I've seen an angel descend among us, you fascinate me so much. I squeeze your hand tightly, and your words comfort me. I hold your hand in mine and reply, "I'm ready, and I feel the audience is going to have a great time with us... You're welcome. I'm the one who feels honored, and when I see you, I understand why Dan is so attached to you. You're as strong as you are handsome, and all that hair excites me." You hear my voice tremble, then I say, "Forgive me," and I pull you towards me and kiss you through my mask, unable to resist.

Dan Freyr

I hear yer words and give ya a grin as before ya can get the words "forgive me" out we both pull each other toward us and our mouths meet in a firm but passionate kiss...my tongue unable to reach yers due to yer mouth bein covered but we don’t let that stop us…the crowd cheerin that...I catch Daniel's eye in the front row and give him a wink...he grins back and gropes his bulge mouthin the words..."I love you my tough man". I turn my attention back to the kiss as it becomes even more passionate and finally break it movin back with a grin.

Belgium Vicious

I can feel the power of your tongue, the kind that could bring anyone to climax in under a minute, but I'm not just anyone. Despite this battle of tongues between us, I can't help but breathe in your masculine scent, hoping Daniel will forgive me for being so frank with you. I look at you and reply, "I love you already, my handsome mountain bear." I step back with a touch of regret and position myself facing you, showing the already aroused, delirious crowd that the match has truly begun.

Dan Freyr

I grin at yer compliments but I don’t let em go to my head...well...the one between my legs likes it for sure...I step back and face ya as the bell rings! My fists come up fast as the crowd yells and cheers...I start things off sendin a right fist to yer spiked masked head and follow that up with a left aimed at yer abs.

Belgium Vicious

I raise my fists, but I see that you're much faster than me with this punch. I don't have time to react before I take your right jab to my mask followed by your left hook. The crowd cheers you for your speed and your eagerness to start the fight. I lean forward a little, but I get right back up, landing an uppercut right on your chin, using my spiked glove on your magnificent beard.

Dan Freyr

That jab hits yer mask...the material damn tough...the spikes on my glove clank with the spikes on yer mask...same thing with the hook to yer ribs...but we're just testin each other right now. That uppercut hits my chin hard...UUFFFFFFFFFF...rockin my head back and I take a couple steps back...I see a few hairs pull loose from my beard...well they'll grow back. I move in and grab yer left arm with my hands and spin us around then WHIP ya across the ring sendin ya toward the ropes just to see if you'll dodge em or hit.

Belgium Vicious

I see a few hairs stuck to my glove, I blow on them with a slightly mocking air, more for show than to actually insult you. These blows have already hurt me a bit, luckily our spikes can protect us. When you grab my arm to propel me towards the ropes by pivoting, I stop a step after you throw me and I throw a punch at your abs, mainly wanting to make you let go of my left arm.

Dan Freyr

Before I can let go, ya twist around and stop that whip...that punch nailin my abs hard...UUUUUUGHHHHHHHHHH...the spikes drivin in as I double over from that but grab the sides of yer gear and drop my head aimin a headbutt to yer abs...

Belgium Vicious

I'm glad to see my blow lands. Now there's no future friendship left; we're two adversaries who must destroy each other. We wouldn't respect each other if we didn't. I see you double over and I want to follow up with a kick, but you grab my sides and headbutt me hard in the abs, sending me reeling back towards the barbed wire. I take the blow and I join my two hands into a kind of mass, I raise my arms as high as I can and then I bring them down on your back, showing you that it will take more than that.

Dan Freyr

This tough man is like tryin to move a mountain...I see ya step back but yer not goin back into the wire...I lunge in grabbin yer waist with my hands about to ram a shoulder into ya and shove ya back when those hands go up and SLAMMMMMM down into my back hard....AAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHH...drivin me down to my knees to the canvas...my hands fall from yer waist as I stand to raise up and grab at my back.

Belgium Vicious

When my blow lands and I see your hands slip from my waist, I grab your mask and pull you to your feet, then I put one arm around your waist and the other over your shoulder. I tell myself, "Never mind the spikes," and then I lift you up, your chest horizontal, pressed against mine, our hair mingling as your spikes dig into my flesh.

Dan Freyr

Ya help me up but I know yer plannin somethin then grab me up in yer arms...the spikes clankin together as ya pick me up easily then turn my body horizontal to yers pressed against yers...I gasp out feelin yer spikes diggin into my gear...hairy body against hairy body....knowin that yer liable to try and run me into the barbed wire I start elbow yer head with my left arm and sluggin at yer back with my right glove...

Belgium Vicious

When I press your chest against mine, I can't help but moan. You're so handsome and so strong, and that outfit suits you so well. I try to calm myself as I walk toward the barbed wire of the ring, but your elbows to the head and your sharp fists make my head spin a little, and I pull away, shaking my head to ease the pain. "Wow, you're holding your own, well done, but is that all you know how to do?", you hear that my compliment is sincere but that it is proof that I want to go infinitely further with you, continuing to watch you after this beautiful exchange, the public who are already crazy about our fight.

Dan Freyr

I hear yer moans holdin me up like this and I gotta admit I’m turned on too but I gotta get outta this somehow...I hear yer taunts and growl..."oh I got more for ya big man...this little man will hurt ya" I grab at yer arm with both hands as I try and bite yer left arm holdin me.

Belgium Vicious

When you bite me, I lose control and scream with pain and pleasure, completely letting you go but following your movement to make sure you don't tear off a piece of my flesh. But I see you and say, "Oh really? You want to play the animal? Okay?" Without letting go of your mouth from my arm, I grab yours and start biting like a wild animal, being careful to avoid the sharp points. I want to challenge you to see who will release their jaws first.

Dan Freyr

I get free and drop to my boots...my mouth still on yer arm...I got loose at least...but then ya fight fire with fire and sink yer teeth into my arms....both of us like two wild animals...I start sluggin at yer abs with my free fist as we attack each other hard and rough...both growlin and snarlin...

Belgium Vicious

I feel you start hammering my abs, your teeth digging into my flesh. I tense my muscles and do the same, circling each other, our mouths biting each other as we pummel each other's abs, trading blows. My abs start bleeding from the impact of your blows, telling me that your magnificent hairy muscles aren't just for show. I don't want to give up and I bite your arm a little harder, growling and panting.

Dan Freyr

both locked in identical attacks now...my abs startin to bleed as well...but then yer teeth SINK deeper into my thick bicep and I HOWL out in pain...my mouth comin off yer arm as I grab at yer spiked masked head tryin to wrench yer mouth off it before real damage is done...blood oozin from my hairy abs from yer glove..."let...go...of...my...arm...fucker" I gasp and growl.

Belgium Vicious

Our two bodies colliding and biting each other without the slightest mercy sends the crowd into a complete frenzy. When the crowd sees that I'm the first to bleed, they scream DAN... DAN... DAN... urging you on, but I make you bleed too, and a deathly silence falls as you release my arm. I look at you, my teeth still pressed against your arm, my hand that was hitting your abs now caresses them, feeling the blood on your beautiful hairy abs, then I look at you with the expression of a hungry dog ​​that won't let go of its prey and you only get a "woof woof grrrrrrrrrr" as a response.

Dan Freyr

This hot fucker aint gonna let go so...I’m gonna hafta make him let go any way I can...he's heavier than me by almost 100 pounds but I gotta do this...plantin my boots I start SHOVIN...PUSHIN...my free fist sluggin at yer masked head as I start movin us toward the barbed wire "rope"...growlin..."let go or yer gonna be sorry fucker"

Belgium Vicious

I'm heavier than you, but my position for biting you isn't ideal, and I feel myself being pushed back as you hammer my skull. The pain makes me clench my teeth and draws a little blood from your arm before I release you. The sharp points on your gloves hurt so much, and I let go, pushing you away. My back stops just inches from the barbed wire as I clutch my head in pain, trying to stay upright.

Dan Freyr

I see yer boots skiddin as I shove ya back...I grunt and shove and slug...the sweat already on my face and beard...but finally them teeth come off my thick bicep just as we get to the wire...I take a step back lookin at my arm...fuck...yer teeth marks and a small cut on it...I flex my arm but it seems ok...ya dint damage the muscle but even so....I see ya clutch yer head in pain...I suddenly CHARGE in and SLAM my right shoulder into yer gut DRIVIN yer back into the wire as the crowd yells and goes wild!

Belgium Vicious

I adjust my mask a little as my eyes flutter, sweating profusely beneath it, wondering if blood has mixed with the sweat. Then I look at you, but it's far too late for me to move, and I take your shoulder to the stomach, which slams me back against the barbed wire, making me let out a relentless scream, marking my pain but above all your first victory, having managed to be the first to put me on my back against the barbed wire. Knowing you must have suffered a little too, my cry is a mixture of pain, pleasure, and joy at seeing the crowd erupt in cheers for you. My back is lacerated, and blood begins to flow, but I don't intend to give up so easily. I pull my spiked boot right up onto your balls, placing both hands on your back during the action.

Dan Freyr

feelin the adrenaline rush of that...first blood on yer abs and now first damage on the wire...I shove my shoulder in yer abs again drivin yer back into the wire once...twice more...the crowd cheerin on the brutal erotic savagery of this...suddenly that boot of yers comes flyin up strikin my spiked gear clad bulge...bringin an animal scream outta my mouth as the force LIFTS me off my feet...hopin the spikes on yer boots dint cut thru and into my nuts...I drop back down and stumble back from ya holdin my bulge...my mouth open as sweat sprays off me and I fall back...stumblin and in agony...stoppin just short of the opposite wire as I drop to my knees holdin my bulge.

Belgium Vicious

With each shoulder charge to my abs, I feel the spikes of your vest piercing my chest and the barbs of the barbed wire... They pierce my back, and for a second or two I feel like I'm in heaven. I can't say if it's the pain or the pleasure of facing such a powerful fighter, but I feel good. When I hear you scream, I look at Daniel, who has his hands on his groin, as if he's suffering with you. I see you stagger, your beautiful, hairy body sweating even more as I pull my back from the barbed wire, yelling, our screams filling the arena in unison, where the crowd is completely overwhelmed by such a start to the fight. When you reach your knees almost at the opposite end, I yell "Take turns!" and then I run towards you and deliver a sidestep right to your chest so that your back slams into the barbed wire.

Dan Freyr

The crowd oohin and aahin as ya pull away from the wire...yer back lacerated and blood drippin down...I start to raise up when I look up...oh fuck...264 lbs. of spiked masked muscle comin at me like a freight train...I try to dodge ya but that sidestep SLAMSSSSSSSSSSS into my chest sendin me back into the ropes...I hit the middle one and YELL as it digs into my back...rippin thru my vest and into the flesh...my arms flyin UP over the top wire...the wire diggin in em...my hands come down and the front of both em get STABBED by the wire like fish hooks piercin my hands...my legs spread open in front as I howl and scream as I try and pull loose but each movement just drives the sharp wire deeper in my back and arm and hands....

Belgium Vicious

I see you bouncing through the barbed wire with such force that I feel like you're going to tear it off. When I hear a ripping sound, I hope it's your jacket and that we can continue the fight. I see you trapped by the spikes, each movement only causing you more pain. I look at you and I want to show you mercy, but you wouldn't respect me if I did that, so instead I slowly raise my boot and place it on your chest, right at the top rope, and I start pushing my boot down so that your back digs even deeper into the spikes.

Dan Freyr

Ya come at me and PLANT that boot on my chest DRIVIN my back into the deeper...my arms bleedin now...my hands looks like I got nailed to a cross...the pain so intense...my head rocks back and suddenly I YELL out as the back of my mask gets caught on the wire now...my whole upper body trapped now...I struggle to try and pull loose but the wire refuses to let go as blood runs down from the back of my head and down my neck and onto my hairy chest from the wire stuck in my mask.

Belgium Vicious

I see you crucified, suffering terribly. I feel a little ashamed, because seeing you suffer excites me immensely. The blood flowing down your chest makes me automatically lick my lips. Then you scream when your mask gets caught in the wire. I see even more blood flowing. I see you suffering and you can't free yourself. I tell you, "Wait, Dan, don't move." I very gently, and with all my love, remove the wires from your back, being careful not to hurt you with my spikes, While I'm doing this, I tell you, "You're handling it well and taking it well. We have to continue this fight... my friend." I look away slightly when I say, "my friend," seeing the state I've left you in.

Dan Freyr

In so much pain there aint much I’m aware of other than to move would make it worse...the crowd watchin the two of us...the intensity of this brutal fight like nothin they've ever seen...my mask twisted some, I can just barely see ya as ya come over and wince expectin more attacks...but then I feel yer touch as ya start removin the wire from my back...my hands...my arms...fixin my mask on the right way...this tough brutal fighter...I’m overcome at this act of kindness...tears roll down my face as ya get me freed...I hear the words "my friend" and manage to whisper back so only you can hear..."more...than...friends...much...more...Dan...iel...loves...ya...and...now...so...do...I..." I sit there catchin my breath as I reach out for yer gloved hand...my legs still shaky and I need help gettin up.

Belgium Vicious

When I hear your sweet words, it warms my heart. I glance at Daniel and give him a big smile before coming back to you. I take your hand and reply, "I love you too, my destructive angel." I put my other arm around your back to help you up, step back, still holding you, and say, "Thank you for this fight, rest a little." Then I take you in my arms, careful not to hurt you with my spikes. The audience is touched to see such tenderness between two adversaries ready to slaughter each other. I gently rub my mask against yours and say, "You're so handsome when your fur glistens with sweat."

Dan Freyr

I wince at yer touch but not because of yer touch...the tears in my back bleedin and my arms and hands ache as well...ya hold me against ya gently...tenderly...I lay my head on yer shoulder my face away from yers...I don’t want ya to see me cryin...I push back the tears and do my best to put on a brave face...yer tender words flowin thru me like crazy...I whisper..."I'll be alright...just gimme a minute to recover...I don’t wanna let you or Daniel or this crowd down" I raise my head up off yer shoulder then take yer spiked masked head in my hands and kiss yer masked lips again.

Belgium Vicious

Even if you try to hide your tears, I can hear from your voice that something's wrong. I stroke the sides of your mask and say, "Come now, my love, let us down? You drew the first blood, you pressed me against the barbed wire, you honor us, my angel, as much as I hope to honor you." I kiss you gently, having left an opening for your mouth, thinking it would help me breathe better, not to taste the tongue of such a handsome man. I stay like that as long as it takes, letting you feel my erection, the audience surprised, excited, and touched all at once. After our kiss, I whisper in your ear, "I love you, I love you, my love, you'll never disappoint us, believe me, my beautiful angel."

Dan Freyr

both of our bulges throbbin as we kiss...takin this short needed break...for me mostly but also for you...doin my best not to touch the wounds on yer back as I inhale yer scent in my nose...the scent of a MAN...ALL man...we break the kiss and I hear yer words and look at Daniel in the front row...he mouths..."I told ya so" I grin at that and look ya in yer masked eyes..."ready to continue...my...no...not my...OUR...Daniel’s and mine...OUR sexy hot tough warrior partner?"

Belgium Vicious

When I feel your huge cock against mine as we caress each other, my hole opens wide with desire. I see you taking care of my back and I say to you, "You can caress me, the pain doesn't bother me, especially in the warmth of such beautiful hands." I look at you for a long time too. "I am ready, ready for anything for you, my two powerful and sensual warriors." I give you one last little kiss, then I step back and return to a position of contact. You see my mask tighten, revealing a big smile beneath it. "Good luck, my angel."

Dan Freyr

I move back as well...checkin the back of my mask...most of the laces still in one piece...a few ripped and torn but the mask is secure and not gonna slide off accidentally...I move into position to start up...the audience cheerin and applaudin both of us..."good luck...my warrior champion" I breathe in deep and somehow the pain in my back and arms and hands doesn’t seem to hurt as much and I know that I’m ready and loved and that together....you me and Daniel...we can accomplish anythin we want...my eyes locked on yers we both see the warrior in us take over and I move into ya as we SLAM into a tight collar and elbow with each other...musclin in...shovin...pushin...growlin...I throw in a snarl as well and see that flash of grin on yer lips as the match continues.

Belgium Vicious

I let you check your mask, not wanting to attack you by surprise. “Good luck, my mighty hairy colossus.” I get back into a fighting stance, remembering my old fight with Daniel. We made each other suffer, but there was so much love in that pain, and I know it will be the same with you, my pain fading to make way for pleasure, each wound a mark of your love. When we collide, the crowd gasps in surprise, and we stand face to face, each trying to gain the upper hand. I groan at the same time, trying to push you toward the barbed wire, "Courage, my love."

Dan Freyr

our adrenaline flowin again...reconnectin our fight lust as well as the sexual attraction...both hard as fuck again...pushin and shovin in that lockup as I get THAT LOOK in my eyes...the look that tells ya the brawler is awake as I suddenly grab yer shoulders pull ya back with me then twist around and SHOVE ya into the barbed wire as hard as I can...followin ya as I start sluggin yer hairy gut with my gloves...

Belgium Vicious

I feel our bodies tense, I see your magnificent hairy muscles, glistening with sweat and your blood, making my cock swell, then I meet your gaze, that fighter's gaze, that gaze into which I dive to drown, seeing the true power of my handsome opponent revealed. I feel myself being pushed towards the barbed wire and I protect my stomach as best I can by putting my forearms on it, like I'm a boxer. When I get close to the barbed wire, I tense my abs and spread my arms, knowing I'm going to take some damage, but I try to absorb it before grabbing your head and pivoting to swing your back into the ropes. Aiming for the corner of the ring.

Dan Freyr

I hear yer gasp as yer back hits the wire and spread yer arms...yep...yer my expert here alright...ya grab my head and pivot but I bring my arms up knockin yer hands off my head then grab the back of yer masked head as we get to the corner and growl..."Mr. Vicious...meet Mr. Turnbuckle" then SLAM yer masked forehead on the wire...twistin yer head back and forth on the wire.

Belgium Vicious

I'm glad I can finally propel you against the corner of the ring, but at the last moment you stop and snap my head back, and I hear you talking about Mr. Corner. You're way too fast for me to counter, your masculine scent wafting straight up my nostrils. Then you put my forehead on the barbed wire, starting to twist my head, which tears my mask and makes my forehead bleed. My arms are flailing wildly. I scream in pain, but this scream is a constant refrain that comes back as you destroy the top of my mask and my forehead. I just keep screaming, "I LOVE YOU MY LOVE, DAN, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU MY DAN OF LOVE, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU."

Dan Freyr

I get that mask opened up along with yer forehead as I lean into ya...my mouth at yer ear...the fans yellin and cheerin..."ok stud...just follow my lead alright...gonna give these guys somethin to jack off to tonight" I whisper as I pull yer head from the corner and drag ya by one arm and yer head back to the center...I turn yer body towards mine and look at the crowd...my mouth open as I suddenly SINK my teeth into yer forehead bitin at yer cut...makin gnawin sounds and growlin as my fingers grab at the hole in yer mask and I start tearin at it SLOWLY...I stop for just a second..."go babe...play it up good" I go back to "bitin" yer forehead as the crowd is in seventh heaven

Belgium Vicious

When you rip my mask, you see that I’m already bleeding quite a bit. I hear you whisper in my ear, "OK, handsome... follow me, all right... I'm going to give them something to jerk off to tonight." I reply without hesitation, "Go ahead, love, that's what we're here for, have fun, give them a good show, show them who you are." I let myself be pulled by the arm, following you, stunned by the pain that feels like thousands of tiny needles filled with your love piercing my skull. Then I see you lift your head and sink your teeth into my forehead. I can't believe your savagery, and I feel so proud. The pain is unbearable, but you are so powerful, such a warrior. I scream like a madman when you bite me, feeling myself bleed even more, thinking you're going to stain your beautiful beard with my blood. My arms move wildly to express my pain, then grip your shoulders, resisting the pain and enjoying this beautiful body. Then your hands begin to tear at my mask, which normally drives me crazy. No one touches my mask; those who have done that to me have regretted it, even my husband… but now, I don't want to resist, to protest. He's handsome, he's powerful, and this mask prevents me from feeling his beautiful beard. I just scream in pain and with pleasure while you tear off my mask as you see fit, letting you decide what to do with this poor, pitiful mask.

Dan Freyr

Holdin ya there...my teeth goin to town on yer cut but I really just grazin my teeth in that cut but enough so it bleeds hard...I almost chuckle at the way yer playin it up...my cock leakin precum in my gear and I know yers is...my fingers SLOWLY tearin that mask across yer forehead....then I use one spiked to SLICE just under yer nose then grab that hole and TEAR it open slowly...yer mouth exposed now...then I do the same to the sides...slowly exposin yer ears...takin my time with this cause I know yer as turned on by it as me...then I tear the mask up yer nose...leavin yer eyes still covered but I know ya can see thru that part of yer mask...then I stop bitin yer forehead and bring my knee up into yer gut...once...twice...then...to finish this part of the show I DRIVE my knee up into that bulge of yers hard as I let go of ya!

Belgium Vicious

I can't believe it, it hurts, but the pain is quickly forgotten thanks to the effect my beautiful hairy love has on me. He tears my mask off, little by little. Despite my cries, I hear the sound of the fabric as he cuts or tears, and strangely enough, I like that sound; it even excites me. I continue to scream, but not as loudly, showing that I'm tired from the injury, wanting above all to enjoy the sound, which makes me release quite a bit of precum, suspecting that the situation must have made you release some too. When you remove your teeth from my forehead I am a little relieved but I know I must expect the worst, my tattered mask sliding in front of my eyes, splattering my blood on the floor like a windshield wiper.

Belgium Vicious

"UUURRRFFFF .... UUUUUURFFFFF...." I feel you attacking my stomach with a knee, so after the second one I tense my abs "AAAAAAAAAAAHHH FFUUUUUUCK ... well done my love" but you aim for my balls and I take off a little in the air before falling back on my back holding my balls. The audience has risen to see how you tore my mask off; you see that they are encouraging you and chanting your name over and over and also yelling "I WILL NOT BREAK... I WILL NOT BREAK," while I roll on the ground in pain but so proud of you.

Dan Freyr

I raise an arm to the crowd then reach down pullin ya to yer feet...then use my fingers to WIPE at the blood pourin down yer face and SMEAR it into my beard...then turn yer head toward me and SHOVE yer exposed mouth down into my beard growlin..."do it fucker...lick my beard clean for me" my thigh rubbin against yer bulge...feelin the spikes cuttin into my thigh but I don’t care as I work this hot sexy luchador and wink at Daniel who has the biggest grin on his face.

Belgium Vicious

I try not to roll too much, not caring about the pain, just wanting to see you, so handsome, so powerful. From my vantage point, with the light, I see the sweat dripping from your body, which only excites me more, then you take my blood and smear it on your beard before pressing yourself against me and ordering me to lick your beard. I look at you and whisper "sucker? I adore you my love, it's a wonderful idea but be careful with your thighs my baby" then I say aloud "yes Master" and then I lick your beard moaning and whimpering like a thirsty little dog, tasting my blood, your sweat and your smell, you hear me moan while a little precum still flows, I lick you to clean you well everywhere showing you how much I love this game with you.

Dan Freyr

I feel that tongue on my beard as I don’t give a fuck and wrap my arms tight around ya...HUGGIN us close…the spikes diggin into our chests and abs ass ya lick and suck my beard...then I bring a hand up to yer jaw and push yer mouth up to mine...then SHOVE my long tongue in yer mouth tastin yer blood and spit in there as the crowd is completely wild watchin us stand there like that...THEN I KNOW ITS TIME...I keep the kiss goin and the hug with one hand as my free hand comes up and S L O W L Y PEEL that mask up...over yer eyes then OFF yer head and toss it outta the ring into Daniel's waitin hands

Belgium Vicious

Your spikes hurt me, and I know mine hurt you, but this pain is proof of our love, and I can't help but clean that magnificent beard, even if the blood on it only strengthened your warrior spirit. Then you open my mouth with your tongue after pressing my face to yours. I let you and return your kiss, moaning more when you spit in my mouth. Finally, I feel you remove the mask. What would have been torture has become pleasure. I see you slowly take it off, and I let you. I kiss you and keep my eyes open so I can FINALLY admire you without seeing you through tiny holes. When you throw off my mask, I try to raise my arms to grasp your face and stroke your beard while we kiss, showing the viewers that despite the inflicted suffering, we cannot help but love each other.

Dan Freyr

That kiss hot erotic and rough as we spit back and forth into each other's mouths...that mask gone so I can see yer beautiful handsome face...our bodies stuck together with the spikes on our gear...ya grasp my face in yer hands and stroke my beard...bodies grindin...sweat drippin...blood drippin...I break the kiss for a moment and growl..."yer turn ya hot sexy muscled brawlin machine...do it...take my mask from me stud...I want ya to..." I THRUST my tongue back in yer mouth and BEARHUG yer body into mine...the spikes diggin in but we don’t give a fuck...

Belgium Vicious

When your face moves away from mine, I can see your face better, your beautiful, clean beard, yet covered in my saliva. I feel your blood running down me while mine slides along my body, but I don’t care, I wouldn’t stop this moment for anything in the world. To these beautiful words I reply with a soft moan of pain, "Yes, my fiery Apollo," then I tenderly move my hands up from your beard to your mask, which I gently untie, careful of the damaged parts. I open it without our lips ever parting, then you feel me slowly removing it too, caressing your head as I do, moaning even more, the vibrations of my moans echoing in your mouth. Once it's off, I toss it to Daniel and wink at him to show him that despite our pain, we're having fun together.

Dan Freyr

Both of our bloody faces now exposed and the fans goin wild as security has to hold em back...I finally break the kiss and push ya back enough so the spikes aren’t diggin into us anymore...our hairy bodies and legs streaked with blood and sweat...I grin at ya...both gettin their first look at each other's faces...I whisper..."now...lets go for it...gloves only....closed fists...sluggin at each other's faces and bodies...over and over and we don’t give a fuck about the blood or the damage...we keep goin til one of us either drops or taps out...sound good my hot luchador warrior?" I ask as I bring my gloves up ready for this.

Belgium Vicious

Once you finally push me away, I can see you fully, and you're beautiful, so beautiful. I look at your body, streaked with our blood, and then you propose a magnificent challenge. I look at you without reacting, too overwhelmed by your beauty. Then I shake my head and reply, "Excuse me, my love, your beauty threw me off balance." Then I raise my forearms and answer softly, "I agree, my handsome hairy warrior, but I won't give up." You see, my gaze has reverted to that of Belgium Vicious the Destroyer, and is no longer that of gentle Luke, who gazed at you with love. I smile and start hopping on my feet, circling you to show off our bodies to the audience. Then I follow up with a punch to your abs, as if to say, "Let the fun begin."

Dan Freyr

I grin as I see those fists come up and smirk at yer comment and answer "and I will not break stud". We don’t wait as the fists start flyin...that punch digs into my abs and I grunt...I slam a fist to yer hairy chest drivin it in...then a mean left to yer nose...this is a dance we've been waitin to have for years and now we're doin it...I taunt ya as I say..."that all ya got...mask boy? My mama hits harder." Our eyes lock as I grin "oh yeah...low blows are included in this ya know" then I fire off a hard punch to yer bulge as we circle and fight.

Belgium Vicious

I take your punches and with each punch I return a similar punch to another part of the body or the same, really wanting to have a fair fight, then when you tell me that low blows are included, by reflex I raise my leg to block yours and then I follow up with a punch right in your nose to explode it, a punch in the ribs and as if to please you, I get down on one knee and I give you an uppercut right in the balls, putting all my strength into it each time, having transformed into a raging beast, wanting to suffer and make you suffer.

Dan Freyr

Both throwin hard rough shots at each other...openin new cuts and reopenin old ones...now we don’t need masks...our faces are masked in crimson just like MEN should be...ya block my low blow just like I thought ya would...my nose explodin with blood as it twists from yer punch...that rib punch diggin in makin me grunt in pleasure...then ya drop to one knee and RAM the uppercut right in my balls makin me ROAR out...the pain of pleasure shootin thru...I drop to one knee in front of ya and answer that shot with a hard right uppercut to yer balls...twistin my punch in...then my left SLAMS across yer nose blood eruptin from it as it breaks...lefts and rights slammin to our faces and bodies as the sweat and blood flies everywhere!

Belgium Vicious

The ring is starting to get stained with our blood, almost completely covered from the relentless blows. When I see your nose burst with blood, I find it magnificent, all that blood gushing from you. Then my other blows give me immense pleasure, and at one point you drop to your knees and land a devastating uppercut right in my balls. The pleasure grows as much as the pain as I lean forward to prevent you from crushing them further before you take your left to my nose. I can't hold back anymore and I aim for your face with one hand, trying to hit your balls with my other fist, without stopping, without giving either of us a second of respite, acting more like bloodthirsty beasts than humans. I take just as many blows to your ribs and face, not to mention the ones you take to your balls. The fight is fair, but incredibly brutal. When we exchange blows, sometimes you make me back up and sometimes it's me, making us do a kind of macabre waltz of blood and sweat that sometimes reaches the audience.

Dan Freyr

Our fists like buzzsaws as our faces...chests...abs...bulges all take brutal abuse...our bloody noses squirtin blood out on each other's face...mouths cut now...cheeks...foreheads gashed...pecs and nips bloody...abs bloody...we probably have some broken or snapped ribs but that won’t stop us...usin our fists to maul our bulges...I GRAB yer bulge in my left fist and SQUEEEZE it HARD as I bring my right glove up and TWIST it into yer nose and mouth makin it bleed MORE....bruises and welts all over us as this bloodbath continues with NO sign of stoppin and the crowd is eatin it up...both heavin and gaspin and pantin...my beard literally matted and coated in our blood.

Belgium Vicious

We're tearing each other apart and I can barely see you through all this blood in front of my eyes, but I don't want to wipe it off. There's a shape in front of me; I have to hit it. Our exchange of punches shows that neither of us wants to stop the fight. I can barely see you and your once beautiful face is unrecognizable. You're bleeding everywhere, you have cuts and bruises. Your once powerful body is now blood red and blue with hematomas. You grab my balls and want to scream, but you smash my nose and my mouth floods with blood while my nose is no longer recognizable. You hear that I'm struggling. I groan but I'm breathing hard but not wanting to stop for anything in the world, I unleash a flurry of uppercuts to your face, wanting to knock you out but feeling that I'm starting to struggle. I quickly get on my knees and start punching your balls like they're a punching bag, knowing I'm close to losing consciousness, feeling that I have several broken ribs and more.

Dan Freyr

If anybody off the street came in they'd swear a mass murder had taken place but it’s just US havin the kinda fun we crave...what we live for...what we need...as much as food and water we NEED this and our appetite will never be satisfied...punches flyin...faces turned into bloody raw meat...bodies bein beaten like we're slabs of raw beef...from the way we're breathin I can tell we both have broken ribs and that just spurs us on more...the broken bones just addin to our animal lust...our eyes bruised and blackened but refuse to let em close...just then I grab yer fists and stop ya...then I lean in and LICKKKKKKKKKKKKKK the blood from yer eyes cleanin em enough to ya can see...then I lean back and pull ya in and feel that long wet tongue of yers on my eyes...then ya lean back and our swollen blackened eyes lock...realize that we're more than just competitors or rivals...more than just friends...more than just lovers...we have a BLOOD BOND now just as you and Daniel do as well...the three of us share somethin FEW people will ever know.

Dan Freyr

Just then, our fists come back up as we poundin and sluggin and punchin and grabbin and twistin our faces...chests...abs...bulges...cocks...balls...ribs....arms...necks...the blood sprayin everywhere along with the sweat and spit as we keep the battle ragin like we just started!

Belgium Vicious

We keep fighting, and despite our shortness of breath and the constant flow of blood from our wounds, I feel like two children playing a fun little game in our parents' backyard. I can barely see anything anymore, but without my mask I can hear better and I can hear you struggling to breathe, the inside of your body making a strange noise, like mine actually, and since my breathing is ragged, I really have trouble seeing where I'm hitting your body, then you stop my hands, seeing nothing anymore I want to ask the question but you grab my head and lick the blood from my eyes, the pain is intense but so good that I haven't gone soft since the beginning of the fight, then I see that you wipe my eyes and that yours are also covered in blood, I can see your face better, which looks more like a piece of flesh than your original face, I take your face in my hand and do the same, licking you for a long time and then wiping my saliva from your swollen eyes. When I look at you, I feel that something has changed within us. This self-transcendence that I only experienced with Daniel is the same as with you. I look at you as best I can and smile to see that we are now blood brothers, inseparable on every level.

Belgium Vicious

Then we start again, time flies and our blows do not lose intensity, the public cannot believe this display of butchery while Dan is proud of us, he starts to encourage us and I want to go even further for him and you, we continue our massacre, not sparing the slightest part of our body, wondering if we can still feel pain in this ocean of suffering.

Dan Freyr

Our pain levels are thru the roof....what once was pain is pure raw male animal erotic energy...we may have started with lower pain tolerance levels but we've raised them so high nothin will ever cause us pain anymore. It’s been replaced with our bond...one the three of us share forever. I can see our blows are slowin down...slowly...but we need to keep goin...one of us has to go down...we both know it...we crave it...I suddenly reach out and grab yer bloody face masked in blood and this time I SINK my teeth deep in yer forehead...not for show this time...this is for REAL...my mouth and teeth GNAWIN...BITIN...CHEWIN...SUCKIN...my tongue lappin yer blood like a dog needin water and for us, this IS our water. I feel ya keep sluggin and poundin at me with yer fists...driven on to keep goin...the punches feelin like lover's kisses now...our bodies a mass of blood sweat and cuts and bruises.

Belgium Vicious

With each blow, with each drop of blood that spurts forth, I feel our bond strengthen, as if the blood itself were the catalyst. Sometimes, I feel as if I see Daniel before me during our fight, wondering if it's the pain driving me or some kind of magic. We're beginning to weaken, but I refuse to be defeated like this. I must win; I want to prove to you that I can. Suddenly, you seize my head and bite me, but differently. You go at it with all your might, wanting to devour me as if I were nothing more than a piece of meat for the beast you've become, feeding on my flesh and blood. I scream in pain but laugh at the same time, seeing that the fight has taken on a whole new dimension. Then I grab one of your arms with my hands and open my mouth wide to bite you violently, making you feel indescribable pain, making you feel my teeth sinking into your flesh, aiming for the bone, having transformed myself into an animal of violence and sex.

Dan Freyr

As I feast on yer forehead like it’s a zombie apocalypse and yer my only victim/meal we take a break from the punches as ya grab my forearm and bite down into it...like a rabid dog with a bone...I HISS as I feel yer teeth bitin into the skin...thru the muscles...the veins...arteries...tendons… the bone...yer teeth chewin and gnawin and rippin and tearin...I stop for a nanosecond and growl down..."DO IT FUCKER..SNAP THAT ARM...BUT I WANT THE WIN AS PAYMENT...DO IT NOW BEFORE I CHANGE MY MIND!" I go back to feastin on yer forehead but then I move my mouth and attack what used to be yer nose...shakin my head as I bite down into cartilage as I wait for the sound of bone breakin...our new lover such a perfect perfect fit for the three of us...and I know were both about at the end of strength here so I’m hopin that ya accept my offer.

Belgium Vicious

I can feel your bone. I've never gone this far with anyone, but I instinctively know it's the right thing to do. My face is a mess, and you're not done with it yet. I glance at you quickly and say as best I can, keeping your arm in my mouth, blood spurting with every word I utter, unsure if it's coming from your arm or my mouth, "Okay, I'll grant you the victory, but bite my nose then. Let's do that, and then I'll collapse to the ground to signal your win." And then I bite sharply, pivoting my head, making you hear a cracking sound in your arm, a sound that reverberates throughout the room, letting everyone know I've just broken your arm with my teeth. I can't believe I did it, but I wouldn't change a thing.

Dan Freyr

I nod as ya got to town on my arms...flesh hangin from yer bloody mouth...blood spurtin out...I can feel that arm wantin to go numb...I HOWL out as I SINK my teeth into yer nose...TWISTIN and TURNIN my head BRUTALLLY....turnin the cartilage into somethin that  caint be fixed...I feel the crack before it happens then the beautiful heavenly sound of bone SNAPPIN...BREAKIN...yer mouth bitin THRU it...I sink my teeth into yer forehead deeper as I start to shove ya down on yer back...this fucker is goin down and nobody can stop ME...OR US!

Belgium Vicious

I hear my nose crack, not caring at all what will happen, and then I turn my head again with the remnants of my nose in your mouth and you hear the crack of your arm breaking once again, letting a second divine sound appear while you push me onto my back, I let it happen knowing that I am granting you the victory and knowing that no one can or wants to stop us. Once my back is on the ground, I release your arm broken in two places and I open my mouth wide, you see that my gaze is fixed and empty, as if I do not yet realize what has just happened.

Dan Freyr

I grin down at ya in sadistic lovin joy...my forearm SNAPPED in not one but TWO places...I let it just dangle there and swing it at yer bloody face lettin that hand slap across it as I manage to climb on top of yer body...I bring my good arm up and down across yer throat...my broken arm layin there on the canvas at an odd angle....I growl at ya as I ROAR out so the crowd can hear me...ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I bring a boot up and STOMP the canvas...then....TWO!!!!!!!!!!!! STOMPPPPPPPP!!!!! I wait for the crowd to hush a little as I see Daniel already on his feet...then....a moment more...then...maybe ONE more moment....THREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!! STOMP!!!!!!!!!!!!!! STOMP!!!!!!!!!!!!!! STOMP!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The arena EXPLODING into a cacophony of cheers and yells and screams as I PIN this HOT luchador down and secure...holy shit...holy fuckin shit!!!! MY FIRST EVER FIRST WIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I move my forearm from yer throat as I sit up heavin...pantin...gaspin...then I raise my good arm up acknowledgin the crowd!

Belgium Vicious

I lie there, feeling like I'm in another dimension. We've pummeled each other's entire bodies, inflicted pain I never thought possible, but this whole exchange has revealed our love for all to see, knowing that now the three of us are bound by an immortal bond, unlike our battered bodies. When the "THREE" is finally counted, I see you happy and hear you say, "My very first victory." I feel proud and honored to have been able to give you this fight and for you to have won. I watch you get up and raise your good arm to the sky, the crowd roaring our names, knowing that even though I lost, we gave them the best fight possible. I smile seeing you so handsome and so proud as the medics come to help us now that the fight is over. You see they have two stretchers, knowing you'll need one of them too.

Dan Freyr

I see the medics come in with the stretchers but I stop em for a moment...the crowd goes quiet as I point at Daniel and tell him "GET IN HERE" He’s there in a flash as the TWO of us get ya up into a seated position and we drop down on our butts one on either side of ya...Daniel takes both our bloody heads and brings em to his mouth and kisses and licks at the blood...SEALIN OUR FOREVER BLOOD BOND...then we get our three mouths together and meet...the first time the THREE of US...Daniel you and me KISS in front of everyone and we don’t give a good fuck who sees as our mouths meet...three tongues wrappin around each other...a hard long wet spit drippin bloody kiss between the three tough luchadores here in the arena. We hold that kiss for what seems forever before Daniel breaks it and I slump against ya...both of us holdin each other up as the medics come in and place us on separate stretchers with Daniel in the middle...each holdin one of his hands as the medics get us outta the ring and thru the arena to thunderous applause and cheers...THREE SPECIAL MEN BOUND AND CONNECTED...NOW AND FOREVER.

Belgium Vicious

When you pull me upright, I feel so good, as if I belong to your community, which I do. I feel Daniel lick my face, and I moan with pleasure and a little pain, my face having taken repeated, violent blows. Then our three tongues intertwine, and I begin to moan incessantly, showing that you have adopted me and that we will be happy together. When the doctors took us, I was afraid of being separated from you both, but Daniel was there, holding both our hands. I felt so happy that I started to cry, saying, "Thank you, thank you both, I feel so good with you, our bond will be immortal, my loves." Then the doctors took us away, leaving the ring completely red with our blood.

Dan Freyr

E N D...for now

Published: 2026-03-04, viewed 102 times.